Connie Bailey - Miles to Go

by Connie Bailey

  “Then what are you doing carrying drinks?” Macross asked. Levere cocked an eyebrow and then shoved the tray back to Paul. “Here you go, sport,” he said. “You’re better at this than me.” “No problem,” Macross answered. “At least now the guests have some hope of drinking these instead of wearing them.”

  “Dickheads,” Levere said darkly, eyeing their guests as Macross walked away.

  “Do you know what game Gareth is playing with them?” Rick asked. “Don’t care,” Levere said. “They might end up staying the night if they keep entertaining the boss. If they do, I’m definitely shagging that blond one. I’ve never fucked a boy named Flip before.”

  “I wish I had your ambition.” “I know you think I’m a Neanderthal, and maybe you’re right, but I can tell when someone’s taking the piss with me, and I don’t much like it.”

  “Don’t sell yourself short,” Rick said. “You’re a Cro-Magnon, at least.”

  Levere cracked a smile. “Good one,” he said. “And look, I think the children are finally going home.” Rick glanced over as Gareth walked away with the Kutters, Macross and Epiphano trailing them like Dobermans. Billy came over and leaned on the bar. Picking up the vodka bottle, he splashed some in his glass. “Rick,” he said. “Walk me to my room?”

  Levere’s look of surprise went unnoticed by the other two men. “Sure,” Rick said. “You ready now?” Billy nodded. “I need a shower. Letting sweaty-handed halfgrown trendoids paw at me has left me feeling…grungy is the word, I guess.”

  “I could help with that,” Levere said.

  “No, you couldn’t,” Billy answered. “Come on, Rick.”

  Rick stopped at the door of Billy’s room and said good night. Billy gave Rick another of his complex looks and before Rick could react, the young man had swooped close and kissed him. After the shock wore off, Rick took Billy by the biceps and held him away.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Rick asked. “You want to get me fired? Or killed?” Billy rolled his eyes. “I don’t think Gareth cares anymore. If he did, he surely would have caught me by now. I’ve been prolifically unfaithful.”

  “Then how about asking me if I want to kiss you?” “Touché,” Billy said softly. “You stopped me cold with that one. All right then; I’ll say good night. I just wanted to thank you for being there tonight.”

  “I wish I could say it was my pleasure.”

  “If I wasn’t so drunk, I’d never tell you this, but for whatever reason you’re here,” Billy said even more softly. “I’m glad.” Rick stared at the closed door for a long moment before he went to the other wing of the big house and lay down on his bed. He had acted cool, and he thought Billy had bought his act, but Rick couldn’t fool himself. Laying here in the darkness with only his thoughts for company, Rick’s mind returned again and again to the moment when Billy’s mouth had touched his. He could still feel the warm silkiness and gentle pressure of those sweet lips before they seemed to meld with his. Of their own volition, Rick’s fingers curled around his stiffening shaft, but he released it, turned onto his side, and punched his pillow into shape. He was not going to think about Billy anymore tonight. He was going to sleep.

  “HEY, tiger kitten,” Gareth said as he came into Billy’s room. “We

  are going to be very…well, even richer than we are. Does that make you happy?”

  Billy smiled back at Gareth. “It makes me want to spend money,” he said. “That’s close enough to happy.”

  “It makes me horny,” Gareth said. “Strip and get on the bed.” “Please,” Billy said sarcastically. “Stop all the mushy stuff. It’s embarrassing, really.”

  Gareth rolled his head on his neck. “Are we feeling cheeky?” he asked.

  “I don’t like being spoken to as if I were one of your shaved apes,” Billy said.

  “Why not?” Gareth said, cracking his knuckles as he came across the room. “You’re all on the same payroll, aren’t you?”

  “Would you mind terribly if we skipped this tonight?” “Terribly,” Gareth answered, excitement growing as he scented something new in Billy’s usual line of rebuff. “But feel free to resist as much as you like.”

  A brief eternity later, Gareth rose, stretched, and left without a word to sleep in his own room. Glad to be rid of Gareth’s weight, Billy lay still a while longer, staring without seeing at the intricately carved molding that bordered the ceiling. Eventually, the minor aches and bruises, legacy of Gareth’s so-called lovemaking, drove the young man from the comfort of his bed to the comfort of his bathroom. He filled the mammoth tub with steaming hot water and gingerly lowered himself into the scented depths. Jamming a rolled-up towel behind his neck, he tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and commanded his muscles to relax. The hot water, the silence, and the smell of lavender in the bath oil wove a soothing spell of tranquility that lulled Billy into a drowsy state. Neither awake nor asleep, neither dreaming nor scheming, he hovered between the real and the intangible, between what was and what had been, drifting easily into a memory that was a fantasy.

  The bathroom door opened and Billy smiled a welcome at the man who stood in the opening. His visitor’s pale hair was a halo of thatched tufts, evidence of its recent and prolonged contact with a pillow. A wide-mouthed yawn froze in surprise, and the man began to retreat with an apology for intruding. Billy held out a hand in tacit invitation. After a brief hesitation, the blond-haired man closed the door behind him and came across the room, shedding his pajama bottoms on the way. Naked, except for his freckles and a few patches of golden hair, he knelt beside the tub and leaned over it. Eyes closed, Billy raised his face, eager for the kiss, and felt the brush of something like the silken petals of a poppy.

  Hungry for more, Billy wrapped a hand around the back of the other man’s neck and welded their mouths together. The taste and the sensual slide of tongues ignited a craving that would not be denied. Clutching at his visitor’s shoulders, Billy pulled him into the tub slowly, for he was reluctant to allow their lips to part. With much sliding of wet skin against wet skin, Billy maneuvered himself atop the other man. Only then did he break the epic kiss in order to sample various other bits for the first time. Dizzy with the sheer audacity of it, Billy licked, sucked, and nibbled his way along the strong jawline prickly with stubble, down the column of the neck, stopping to pay special attention to the tender hollows of the collarbones, before traversing the flat plane of a pectoral to the pink peak of a sensitive nipple. Teasing the hard bud with teeth and tongue, Billy captured its twin between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. The blondhaired man moaned his approval, lifting his pelvis to press against Billy’s. Billy arched his back, bringing his hard cock solidly athwart the other man’s. Leaning in, he brought their mouths together in a deep kiss as he pulsed his arousal against his partner’s hard length. Thrusting with tongues and cocks, the two men rocked together to the sound of miniature waves lapping against the sides of the tub. Faster and harder, they bucked in tandem, aching dicks rubbing, sliding, and rolling with just enough tantalizing friction to drive them to greater efforts in pursuit of more. Billy wasn’t even sure it was possible to get enough of this, but for this man he was more than willing to give it his best shot.

  Hips pumping, asses rising and falling, squeaking against porcelain, breaching the steamy air and diving again into the blood-hot water, they rubbed against each other until they struck a spark of an all-consuming blaze. The point had passed when fondling was enough; they needed to be closer, now, if not sooner. Billy rose to his knees, straddling his partner’s hips and took hold of the other man’s cock. Bringing the taut head to his opening, he lowered himself onto the hard shaft, sinking slowly down until half the length was snugly ensconced. The blond-haired man groaned in bliss, meeting Billy’s gaze with a look of grateful wonder. Taking hold of Billy’s yearning arousal, his lips parted to speak words of love.

  This was the point at which Billy always became aware of his self-delusion, that he
was on his knees in the tub jerking off, but he held on to the fragments of the fantasy for as long as he could. Tonight he was able to preserve the mood until he reached climax. He supposed he should be thankful for even the smallest favors as he strove to imagine his dream lover moving inside him, filling him to a completeness he’d never known, prodding him toward paradise with each stroke. Billy sank to a crouch as his orgasm bloomed in his lower belly and a jet of cum bloomed in the bathwater, atomic clouds of joy, with such a short half-life. After he came, he always remembered that this could only ever be a fantasy. It could never happen in real life. He was doomed to a soul-deep longing that would never be requited. It was best that he concentrate on the present and keep in mind that tender feelings were a weakness that led inevitably to regret of the worst kind. He carried with him the knowledge that his tragedy was of his own making; he had chosen and now nothing could ever be put right again. It was futile, but that knowledge wouldn’t stop him from playing the game out to the end. After all, what else did he have?

  Getting to his feet, Billy opened the drain and stepped from the tub as the water infused with his seed went swirling away. He toweled off and wiped the fog from the mirror. Sternly, he told his reflection to deal with the here and now and stop dreaming. His doppelganger looked suitably resolved, but as he turned to go to bed, he knew in his heart that the next time his dream lover appeared, he’d welcome him in every way he knew how. Once a fool, always a fool was what they’d carve on his headstone. There was no doubt his control was slipping, and just when he could least afford it.

  ~ Chapter Seven ~

  “HOW did you sleep?” Geordie asked when Rick showed up in the

  gym’s shower room the next morning.

  Rick shook his head. His sleep had been filled with dreams of Billy; dreams that left him with linen to launder when he woke. “That good, eh?” Geordie chuckled. “I’ve got news that should perk you up. We’re going out later to pick up a sample of the product.” “Finally, some action,” Paul Macross said as he came out of the showers and grabbed a towel.

  “You want action?” Geordie said, openly admiring Paul’s sculpted physique. “I’ll give you action, boyo.”

  Paul did an Elvis roll of his hips and continued toweling off. “You couldn’t handle me,” he said.

  “Not this early,” Geordie agreed. “I’ll see you when I get back though.”

  “You’re not taking me along?” Paul pouted. “Shit!”

  “Somebody has to hold down the fort,” Geordie said. “And you’re appointed.”

  “What about Rick?”

  “Rick’s coming with me,” Geordie said. “I want to watch him work.”

  “Where and when?” Rick asked. “We’ll meet these losers at their clubhouse at two,” Geordie said. “Gareth’s decided he doesn’t want them coming back here. Something about their manners he didn’t like.”

  “I’ll be ready,” Rick said. “I’m going for a swim. See you later.” Geordie nodded as though granting permission and Rick left. After a few laps in the pool, the undercover cop went into the cabana to shower off the chlorine and change. As he entered the cool, shadowy interior, small wet noises echoed off the tile.

  “Is someone in here?” Rick called.

  “Uh, yeah. Just…. Just give me a minute.”

  Rick recognized Billy’s voice and imagined the young man on his knees avidly mouthing Levere’s dick. “No problem,” he said loudly. “Sorry to interrupt.”

  “You’re not…interrupting anything,” Billy said, the hitch in his voice more pronounced. Rick quelled the erotic visions and walked through the changing area. Billy looked up at the sound of Rick’s footsteps. The young man’s cheeks were wet and more tears overflowed the big doe eyes. Picking up the towel from his lap, Billy dabbed at his face and Rick did his best to ignore the fact that the young man was stark naked. He failed miserably. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to stop, Rick knelt on the tile and took the kid in his arms. Billy leaned into Rick’s comforting warmth and it seemed such a natural thing for Rick to lower his face and kiss those offered lips. The petal softness parted for him, and his tongue accepted the tacit invitation. Billy moaned softly and the sound triggered a sympathetic vibration in Rick’s crotch. His cock roused and quivered in anticipation of imitating his tongue. It had been a long dry spell for Rick, and the desirable body in his arms was willing and pliant. For a brief eternity, lust overcame reason and Rick did as his instincts demanded. Billy pressed as close as he could to Rick’s solidness as the man plundered his mouth. Weaving his fingers into Rick’s sandy hair, the young man squeezed the undercover cop’s rising crotch with the other hand. When Rick broke the kiss, Billy whimpered.

  “Please don’t stop. I love the way you kiss me. Kiss me again.” Rick complied gladly. He loved kissing—couldn’t get enough of it—but his few lovers hadn’t shared his passion for foreplay. His exwife had adored his skill and patience, but he always felt like he was going through the motions with her. He should’ve known then what he was, but it had taken nearly half his life to get comfortable with what he wanted.

  Slipping his fingers under the waistband of Rick’s trunks, Billy found the hot suede of the other man’s arousal. With the ease of long practice, Billy stroked the thick shaft quickly to full erection. Using the fluid that seeped from the tip as lubricant, Billy pumped rapidly. Rick groaned as Billy explored his mouth while fondling his aching cock. Sliding his hands down Billy’s back, Rick kneaded the firm buttocks. Billy moaned as Rick’s fingers crept into his cleft and teased his opening. Nudging gently at the small rosette, Rick tongue-fucked Billy’s mouth as his dick slid against Billy’s palm. Easing a finger past the resilient muscle that guarded the tight passage, Rick probed until Billy made a small hungry noise against his lips. Diligently rubbing the springy bump in the front wall of Billy’s sheathe, Rick provoked a series of muffled moans from Billy’s lips. Billy wrapped his hand around Rick’s arousal and his own, rubbing them together until he came with a strangled cry and a convulsive shudder. His fist tightened and he bit at the other man’s lower lip as his climax unfurled. Rick’s fingers sank into the tanned skin of Billy’s ass, as he thrust into the kid’s clenched fingers. Billy twisted his wrist at the top of his stroke, flicking his thumb over the seeping head of Rick’s cock. Sensing imminent release, he sucked hard on the other man’s tongue. Rick came so hard he was afraid he was going to black out. Swaying slightly, he put his palms on the floor, lowering Billy to his back on the tile. The young man closed his eyes and turned his face away, as Rick caught his breath.

  “Holy…shit,” Rick panted into Billy’s ear. “I can’t…believe…I…”

  “Billy! Where the fuck are you, you gorgeous pain in the ass?” Gareth called out. Rick froze for a moment while Billy scrambled out from under him. Wiping his fingers on the towel, the young man ran for the shower and turned it on. Rick gave the kid an apologetic look as Billy shooed him fiercely toward the back of the pool house.

  “Is my tiger kitten all lathered up?”Gareth asked as he entered the locker room.

  “I’m taking a shower; what do you think?” Billy said over the noise of the water.

  “I’ll be right in to wash your back,” Gareth said. Billy leaned against the tiled wall with his eyes closed remembering how it had felt to have Rick’s arms around him. In another life, maybe he could have someone like Rick, but not in this one. In this life, he got Gareth Carey, who was about to fuck him with no lube but crème rinse, he was betting. And Billy would take it. Because to refuse would arouse the creep’s suspicions and Gareth was paranoid enough as it was. Telling himself for the millionth time that it would be worth it in the end, Billy opened his eyes.

  Gareth finished undressing and stroked his cock a few times. Gritting his teeth, Billy tensed as the other man stepped into the shower stall with him. It was a large area, but with Gareth standing behind him, Billy couldn’t turn without brushing against him. However, if he didn’t turn, his back wo
uld be to Gareth. What difference does it really make, Billy thought, as he lifted his face to the spray.

  “Was there someone in here before I came in?”Gareth asked as his hands settled on Billy’s shoulders.

  “What do you mean?” “You know, Billy,” Gareth said, wrapping his fingers around the young man’s slender neck, “answering a question with a question is a classic stall for time. Why would you need to think about it?”

  “Because you’re a sadistic paranoid freak?” Gareth grabbed one of Billy’s wrists and yanked it up between the young man’s shoulder blades. Pushing Billy against the tile, Gareth pressed his erection to the firm buttocks.

  “Nice and slippery,” Gareth said, sliding his hard-on in the soapy groove.

  “Are you trying to break my wrist?” Billy asked between clenched teeth. “I think what I’m doing is technically called frottage,” Gareth said. “But you’re the expert on sex, baby-snakes. A fact I’m sure that Rodge appreciates.”

  “What’s Roger Levere got to do with anything?” “He’s been wearing a peculiar smirk for the last week or so,” Gareth said. “I finally identified it. It’s the look that says I’m putting one over on the boss.”

  “And of course that means he’s fucking me,” Billy said. Gareth eased the pressure on the young man’s wrist. “If I thought he was shagging you, he’d be dead already,” Gareth said. “I thought you knew the rules, but I guess I’ll have to explain them again.”

  Billy sighed in relief as Gareth released his arm. It was still trapped between their bodies, but the excruciating pain was gone. He wasn’t surprised when Gareth put an arm around his neck, but he didn’t much like this position. It made him feel a bit too vulnerable, as if Gareth truly did have control of him.